Barrow Fields yo adrian!

Heh. Probably. His smile grew bigger as she spoke, and he shook his head at her question. Nah, he responded. Can't carry a tune to save my life. I like to talk, though, he said (the most obvious statement there ever was). Can't ever get me to shut up. Again, incredibly obvious. But if you couldn't poke fun at yourself, what could you do?

What's your name, fanas? Verx drawled, letting his gaze wander over her figure again in unguarded appreciation. Hope it can rhyme well. Maybe I'll make a poem for you. The most beautiful, vulgar poem there was.

'Course, he'd rather just fuck her, but whatever. Poems were a means to an end.